I speak Into voids and hollow trees In the middle of night. I speak And no one hears My tree falling. I speak And nothing comes of rhetoric But division. I write And wars inside come forth In art. postscript For day 16. From "Out of the quarrel with…
A million ways to scatter light And change the future overnight, And yet you rest content with one. Don't leave your work of art undone. 'Tis your own breath: 'tis full and real Of life and beauty. Into dark Your innovation launches sparks; Oh art and…
My head splits open, crammed full as it is With heaven I have squished in confined space. I am all logic, understanding this: That finite worlds are mine now to embrace. But come the muses, here to give me earth; To rescue me from living dissonance, And in the great…
I know not what I say until it's there Emblazoned and incarnate, soul as ink, As heady as a garden. How I think In pen, perhaps aloud, and words will bear Those thoughts of which I suffer unaware. They weigh upon a heart that's apt to…